From concrete to shingles and every single nail   We drove to hold this house together   That stained glass door those hardwood floors cost a little more   But they made this place better      I ain't nineteen, I ain't naive   That ain't the way I make my bed   I can't believe you're telling me   This home can be repaired      It's gonna take more than paint and pillows   New curtains on these windows   To cover up all the trash that you drug in      There ain't a rug big enough to sweep it under   And just in case you wonder   I'd rather strike a match and watch it go up in smoke   It's gonna take more than paint and pillows      You know these walls don't have to talk   I knew it all intuition, I guess   That long dark hair on the back of my chair   Must be where she put her shoes on before she left      Everything she touched belonged to me   And I don't want no tainted anything   The life we built, baby, you killed in just one night      It's gonna take more than paint and pillows   New curtains on these windows   To cover up all the trash that you drug in      There ain't a rug big enough to sweep it under   And just in case you wonder   I'd rather strike a match and watch it go up in smoke   It's gonna take more than paint and pillows      It's gonna take more than paint and pillows   New curtains on these windows   To cover up all the trash that you drug in      There ain't a rug big enough to sweep it under   And just in case you wonder   I'd rather strike a match and watch it go up in smoke   It's gonna take more than paint and pillows